Monday, July 6, 2015

I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I and our messy, wonderful, complicated future. Babies and lazy Sunday's and romps through forests and sunshine filled meadows.

I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I -- against the odds we survive and love and live and create the most incredible life.

I can see it and it's just, ::JUST:: out of reach. I get caught up in the what-ifs and if-onlys and hope and hope and hope.

I have this reality, this present, it's beautiful. He and I and our real, honest, easy, overwhelming love. I have his back and he has mine and we trust and love and compromise and talk....and ::GODS:: when we kiss...when we kiss nothing else matters and nothing else exists except for his soul intertwined with mine.

Grey eyes with just a hint of blue, like where the sea meets the sky and a storm is rolling in. Sandy hair shorn close, her pixie cut matches her impish grin. Mischievous, she leaves you wondering if you should take her hand and run away with her, or turn and run away as fast as your feet can carry you. Smart as a whip, quick wit, her words can cut like a razor when she wants them to.